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                        Ella peripherals the scene, 
instantly onboard. (A ship of fool.)
An onlooker, a poor dead-wood, looks, to be 
particle_lurely bored.
Then another quip came to her 
as she forbodingly tied a not in a cherry stem with her tongue, invitingly, slurping drool.
 "Should this sucker need to be stuck like a stamp, 
licked and posted,  like bark leech-clamp, (chuckles) 
"sticky, sweet,... tramp!, she forced the rhyme,... 
umm me!", she realized admittingly, raising her hand, fittingly, wittingly.

A Great Oak looks on, a sentinel and scribe 
of posterior, umm for posterity, (sorry for the impropriety).
Parchment,-leafs set in place at "the Table", 
(thinks, right now, anything is "on the Table"), imagines Ella...

A wise Maple drips a sapping drop of tear, 
a romantic at Heart-wood, in that fear.
But this was in remembrance of the Man's soul. 
As inevitable as "does a Bear..."
A mighty Walnut sees this sappiness and dangles 
a nut to the Maple, before it burst in bust on the rock beneath, a drop of mic on the Forest floor, 
in ceremonial mockery and a tinge bit more.
The companion Walnut tree, did not waste any time, 
"do not bust a n.."!, he lended, bending, over in mirth, almost, "supine", he winks.

Ella grabbed her pet tree-snake and began 
to non-chalantly make her way to a clearing 
by the Falls.
A misty effer-cloud spit up upon the bank, cha ching, salivating like a storm-cloud above a picnic, where everyone is "having a ball."

Ella began to sing innocently, enough, 
before escalating in a hook 
of chorus-moving-harmonics to the beat and beading, cascading off her milk-weed 
garments perspir-perforating, 
which she cast aside like drift-wood in a swell 
in foresting of de forestating a spell.
O, She began her dance of the "Forest Veils" 
Orhythmicly spinning as each new leaf would fall, 
this lumberjack would be of the fallen fellsOwes.O!

A wise-acre of Shadow-wood bet as if 
with nothing to lose, and in front of saplings in the 
copse, having barely held their first dews. 
(Lost in a Forest of Delusion or shall it be corpse?)
A lightning split Mahogany, set amongst a somewhat enigmatic circle of petrified "mineral brains", in his skullduggery, 
took that bet and raised the Shadow-wood 
five of it's rings, in lieu of first comes delusion, 
then corpse, and final resting place, he called, in his conclusion "inside a copse, of Dogwood !", ba-zing!

The Shadow-wood ...
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